Her response was to offer me the first fermented beverage of the day and then tell me, "OK, I'll ask again later."įast forward a few weeks to Christmas Eve at my in-law's house. 16 freakin' gigs of RAM will make that mini a new computer." I, of course, in my soft, sweet, non-threatening whispery voice, said, "You gotta be freakin' kiddin' me. Seriously? She didn't know that a single purchase of 16 glorious gigabytes of tasty RAM wouldn't be what any geeky boy would want for Christmas? Where has she been for the past 15 years? She noticed the $130 price tag and had to ask: "So, why do you need that?" My mini had the original 4GB still in it from the original purchase. ![]() The only things I could point to were the items on my Amazon Wish List, which were a bunch of photography, printmaking, and art technique books with one exception: 16GB of Crucial RAM for my Mac mini. It was Thanksgiving at the beach* this year when my wife first asked me what I wanted for Christmas. ![]() Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
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